Thank you for answering my question! You're really nice â„ïž May I please request for Tensei Iida and "cover"?
âTensei. Tensei, stop covering your eyes.â Your attempt to pry his hands from his face is futile though. Heâs laughing too hard, cheeks and neck flushed pink with mirth, and his arms may as well be stone, for how much progress youâve made.
âI canât-â Tensei dissolves back into muffled laughter, and you give up.
âYou told me-â
âI laugh when Iâm embarrassed!â He insists, finally pulling his hands away. His face is still flushed, heâs still smiling, but he looks a little unsure now. âNo one wants to see their date, uh-â
âWith their shirt zipped into their trousers? I was the only one who saw-â
âThat makes it worse! Youâre the one I want to impress!â
â-and you dont need to impress me. I came with you, and Iâm still here!â He finally relaxes, and then seems to realize that youâve been sitting in his lap the entire time.
âYou⊠youâre very much here.â He murmurs, eyes wide.
âVery- Tensei, youâre hopeless!â You laugh, ignoring his guilty smile, and press a kiss to his lips.
âWait, wait- hold it,â Tensei finally gets out, grabbing hold of your wrist. âArenât I supposed to be the speedster here?â
You smile is tremulous, but you let him stop you. âYeah, of course. I just, I know youâre busy-â
âAnd you thought- what? I wouldnât have wanted to talk a bit after you tell me that?â Tensei looks nervous too, you realize, nervous and pleased. âSo, if. If you meant it-â
âIdidmeanitâ you rush to say, and then wince. âI.. I did mean it.â
Tenseiâs face brightens. âGood, good, okay, I. Iâm not good at this either, I just want you to know. But⊠For what itâs worth: Youâre now the only one who feels that way.â
warnings: mainly told from oboroâs pov (sorry i love him and it shows), fem!reader, oboro being a little genius, âsecretâ relationship, use of y/n, fluff + crack
for: my tensei loving anon!
note: i lowkirkenuinely hate the way this ended but itâs okay i love tensei
wc: 1.4k
Monday
it started with the way you immediately dropped everything to listen to him.
you were sitting in your usual seat behind oboro and talking to him about the cat he picked up, when tensei iida shushed everyone for class to start. now, before this point, you usually wouldâve continued your conversation, just in a whisper instead. you always had to finish the conversation first before you honed in on what you were supposed to be doing that day.
however, this time you immediately shut up. you started to listen intently to what iida had to say. oboro raised a brow. he knew this behavior wasnât super weird seeing as you had always respected the class rep. but the way you listened and nodded along when nobody else had paid any mind to him? yeah, there was something fishy going on. and with oboro being oboro, he had to get to the bottom of it.
he looked around to see if anybody noticed this weird behavior. he looked to the side to shouta, but he had his head down with no care in the world about iida or even the professor. oboro scratched him off the list.
he then looked towards hizashi, who was doodling on the desk and not paying attention in the slightest, letting out hums of satisfaction at the drawings.
oboro bookmarked this interaction in his mind to hopefully tell them (and nemuri) about what he saw while they werenât paying attention. (or, in nemuriâs case, a grade above and not in any of their classes.)
-
Tuesday
the next day, you came down with something and werenât at school. the whole squad was bummed out and lacked their usual enthusiasm. instead of talking when iida quieted everyone, they zoned out. not oboro, though. he watched iida like he could read him like his favorite manga that he always talked about with you, like he was trying his best to figure out what was happening with his best friend.
but thatâs when iidaâs eyes swept over your empty seat. and oboro swore he saw a small frown and disappointment shine in his eyes.
it was in this moment that oboro knew something was up.
lunch that day was a little less boring than the rest of their classes had been, thanks to nemuri.
â-and that bitch has the audacity to say âsorry, kayamaâ with the most sickeningly sweet smile like she hadnât meant to kick my bag!â nemuri huffed, complaining about something her âenemyâ did, per usual.
when silence had followed afterwards due to food-filled mouths, oboro let slip what he had been seeing.
âiâm not the only one who has noticed something going on with y/n, right?â
everyone else looked up at him slightly curious.
oboro sighed, âapparently, i am. well, y/n has been actually paying attention to iida recently. part of me thought that it was weird but i brushed it off because she had always respected him. but! i saw iida look almost sad that y/n wasnât here todayâŠâ
nemuriâs eyes went wide, âno way! what if she has a crush on iida?â nemuri fake-fainted on oboro, âoh tensei, my love!â she stroked oboroâs chin with a laugh.
oboro chuckled with a slight flush before hizashi said, âwe HAVE to get to the bottom of this!â he fist pumped.
âor we could leave it alone. it is her business,â shouta deadpanned, even though he secretly wanted to know.
everyone promptly ignored him and proceeded to make a plan to keep a watch on them. shouta could only sigh.
-
Wednesday
you reappeared in your seat the next morning, and oboro and hizashi could have cheered upon seeing you. they were stopped, though, when they saw iida standing by your desk with a smile.
âare you feeing any better?â iida asked, same kind tone with the same kind smile.
âyes, i am! thanks for the soup, tensei. it meant a lot that you would bring me some. how could i ever repay you?â you responded with a grin of your own.
oboro and hizashi looked at each other with a comical wide-eyed-and-wide-mouth look.
âfirst name?â hizashi whisper yelled.
they heard iida laugh and say, âitâs really no problem. thereâs no need to repay me, i just wanted to make sure you were okay.â
âwhat are you two doing?â shouta said from behind them causing them to jump four feet into the air. the two only laughed before dragging their feet (and shouta) to their seats.
they expected your usual greeting when they sat down, just to get nothing besides you talking to iida still. iida was now sitting in the desk beside you while talking, even though his actual desk was towards the front.
the three glanced at each other. they would have to let nemuri know what happened.
-
Friday
the day had come and gone, meaning that it was time to leave. everyone began packing their stuff up while talking excitedly about their plans for the weekend.
hizashi was just talking about having a sleepover when he looked over at you. you werenât packing up. instead, you were listening to what hizashi was saying and getting your pens out.
âwhy arenât you packing up, y/n? itâs time to go!â hizashi all but shouted.
you looked up at that, âoh! iida offered to tutor me in english, so weâre staying after for a little while. donât wait up for me,â you grinned.
the three glanced at you, looking shocked (even shouta had an eyebrow raised). âon a friday?â oboro raised a brow. they began to walk out of the class.
sure enough, iida came over and sat in the seat beside you, pulling out an english textbook and a pen.
they met up with nemuri, informing her of what happened on the walk home.
â-and she had, like, this huge grin on her face! it was one of those smiles that could only show up on someoneâs face when they just had the best day of their life!â oboro stated comically.
nemuri listened intently, nodding along like she was forming a thought.
âmy guess is,â nemuri started, âthat theyâre already dating and we just donât know it yet.â
oboro and hizashi stopped in their tracks, looking at nemuri like sheâd grown a second head. shouta simply tilted his head either in concern or curiosity. who knows?
âwhat do you mean âalready dating?ââ hizashi ran his hands down his face.
oboroâs face then lit up like a light bulb, âoh! nemuri, youâre a genius! that makes so much sense,â he nodded excitedly like the golden retriever he is.
nemuri smirked and pointed towards herself, âthanks, i know.â
-
Thursday, next week
their next course of action was getting actual proof that you two were dating. however, this was easier said than done.
you had skipped lunch and stayed after school, letting out excuses all week that somehow included iida.
today, they were ready. today, they were determined.
when you told them that iida was once again tutoring you and not to wait for you, they did that very thing. they waited outside, hiding in the bushes as inconspicuous as possible.
an hour passed, and they were still there. shouta was currently asleep against hizashiâs shoulder. nemuri was getting antsy and wouldnât stop complaining (âcan we just leave already?â). hizashi nodded along with nemuri every time she complained. oboro, however, was determined to see this through.
another thirty minutes had passed before they saw the doors opening. hizashi jumped at the sound, shoulders raising and waking up shouta in the process. nemuri and oboro smiled.
however, iida exited alone. the group frowned.
iida walked a few steps before stopping. he looked almost as if he was waiting for something. for someone. that was until you came skipping out a few minutes later. they couldnât hear the interaction, but they could tell that you were profusely apologizing while iida was shaking his head almost endearingly. he said something, before grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. he kissed you on the temple, starting to walk. he pulled you along with him and smiled at your red face. they watched as your figures retreated, holding hands and talk animatedly.
for a few moments, the only things that could be heard were silence, their own shocked breaths, and the slight sound of birds chirping. their faces were utterly flabbergasted. nemuri and oboro smiled with an âi told you soâ look with wide eyes, hizashi had his hands on top of his head with his mouth so wide he could fit his fist in it, and shouta was expressing the most shock anyone had ever seen from him.
you were dating tensei iida. and they wouldâve never known if it werenât for oboro.
big fan of dogs, especially those really massive ones with lots of fur like newfoundland dogs or a pyrenees. but he is not opposed to cats either, it's just that he feels like a dog would fit his lifestyle a lot better
has a very close bond with his parents, especially his father. definitely sees him as his biggest rolemodel.
he is from a pretty well-off family
his favourite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate (although he did try some chili salami flavor once which he found weirdly delicious)
unironically watches those scoop videos on tik tok (like those scammy small businesses that charge like 25 ⏠for a scoop of knock off sanrio products)
he likes hanging out with oikawa's nephew quite a lot, he thinks the kid is hilarious and loves teaming up with him to bully tooru
can't stand cheese, doesn't matter what kind, it always makes him gag
his fingers are really bendy like bordering on hypermobile
owned a turtle that resides with his parents now. he thought it was the best decision after moving to the US, also his dorm didnt allow pets.
doesn't quite understand the hype around american football. he thinks it is unnecessarily dangerous and violent. doesn't watch the superbowl for the same reason
had a phase where he only listened to trot songs for a good couple of months, especially when working out
his favourite color is green
he got a scar from trying to learn how to skate and failing miserably at it. hasn't tried to pick it up since
loves snapbacks and wearing them backwards
maki, mattsun and him have a group chat where they only post unflattering pics of oikawa, they do occassionally use them for blackmailing purposes
visited oikawa in argentina a total of two times in college and got pinched by a crab both times he was there, he bought those super ugly water shoes afterwards but ended up giving them away cause' he cringed every time he had to look at them
buys his grandmother flowers every time he visits her
prefers the american godzilla movies over the japanese ones (yes, even the 1998 one)
has watched all 3 jurassic park movies at least 10 times
pretty good at crossword puzzles and rubrik's cubes
became obsessed with desperate housewives while living in irvine
a/n: helloo, eh i'm not particularly good at self introductions but welcome to my hot mess of a writing blog, i am sorta new to this and i hope you enjoy whatever i decide to put out there (or not, its totally up to you and constructive criticism is always welcome, as well as cat pics)
i usually never make posts like these, but i really don't know what else to do.
i am in quite a bad place financially, my second part time job had to lay me off due to their own financial problems, which means one of my main sources of income is now gone and i am really struggling.
i haven't been able to pay rent yet, and i am currently missing about 200⏠, that's both for rent and being able to eat for the rest of the month, i already borrowed money from a friend and tried selling things, but it still isn't enough.
it would mean the world to me, if you could help me out, i'd be willing to create something in exchange, like custom icons, headers or even edits, whatever you guys would want!
i usually never make posts like these, but i really don't know what else to do.
i am in quite a bad place financially, my second part time job had to lay me off due to their own financial problems, which means one of my main sources of income is now gone and i am really struggling.
i haven't been able to pay rent yet, and i am currently missing about 200⏠, that's both for rent and being able to eat for the rest of the month, i already borrowed money from a friend and tried selling things, but it still isn't enough.
it would mean the world to me, if you could help me out, i'd be willing to create something in exchange, like custom icons, headers or even edits, whatever you guys would want!
after a long while of debating, i finally decided to leave this blog behind. itâs been a nice couple of years but over time iâve grown rather bored of it and feel like a restart is long overdue.
for anyone that wants to follow my new blog, itâs @sabjto
i also want to thank everyone who reblogged, like or generally interacted with my posts, you really made me smile like an idiot every time i saw a comment or read through your tags!
and also thank you to all of my mutuals, i hope to interact with you on my new blog as well, and maybe even form some sort of friendships with a few of you!
i donÂŽt make posts like this usually, but i am trying to make some extra money at the moment, since i am about to move into my first ever apartment and living alone sadly isnÂŽt easy and also not very money friendly.Â
while thinking of ways of earning a little pocket money i came up with the idea of creating customized shirts and bags, i work at a copy shop so i do have the opportunity and resources for making this.Â
my idea was taking commissions for customized anime shirts & bags, basically combining two of my passions, graphic design and anime!
here are some designs i came up with, just to show examples:
those are obviously just examples of what i have been working on privately, i would be more than happy to basically do whatever you like as long as it is in my current ability.
what i forgot to mention, as it stands currently, i wonÂŽt be able to ship outside of the european union, unless someone is willing to spend like 30+ euro on shipping.
for further information, please message me here or atÂ
my email: [email protected]
i donÂŽt make posts like this usually, but i am trying to make some extra money at the moment, since i am about to move into my first ever apartment and living alone sadly isnÂŽt easy and also not very money friendly.Â
while thinking of ways of earning a little pocket money i came up with the idea of creating customized shirts and bags, i work at a copy shop so i do have the opportunity and resources for making this.Â
my idea was taking commissions for customized anime shirts & bags, basically combining two of my passions, graphic design and anime!
here are some designs i came up with, just to show examples:
those are obviously just examples of what i have been working on privately, i would be more than happy to basically do whatever you like as long as it is in my current ability.
what i forgot to mention, as it stands currently, i wonÂŽt be able to ship outside of the european union, unless someone is willing to spend like 30+ euro on shipping.
for further information, please message me here or atÂ
my email: [email protected]
Hi, I hope your day is a great one. Please can I ask for some jean fluff. Thanks a lot
confident
â jean kirstein x reader [gender neutral as far as i can tell] [ one-shot word count: 1.1k]
â sfw, pure fluff, modern au
â plot: jean can be loud. and he can be arrogant, and opinionated and pompous and sometimes he makes jokes that never really land. and you love him for it. and you love him even more when those layers peel away.
â confident
jean isnât as confident as he lets on.
youâve heard all of his talk, his boasts and his ventures. youâve sat amongst him and his friends as they all poke holes into his stories (mostly connie. always connie), and he only allows pink dust to settle over his cheeks momentarily before he shakes it off (locking eyes with you, like heâs trying to make sure that you especially are listening) and asserts himself further with big words and hand gestures stretching across the entire span of the table.
but you know what he can really be like, what he really is like when he isnât puffing his chest up and quarreling with eren (and always stopping when you tell him to. you pretend you canât see the knowing looks exchanged between connie and sasha, or the sheepish smile jean tries to hide as he mumbles a fleeting âsorryâ.)
you know what heâs really like when he brings you coffee for no reason in particular, sputtering when you remind him that you had never asked him to. he does it whenever you share a class. and you always end up finishing the cup in under ten minutes because whenever his eyes dart to you, you look away and take a sip.
(âgeez, iâm just trying to be nice,â he says, feigning annoyance. you know heâs putting it on because heâs scratching the back off his neck and rolling his eyes in the kind of way that makes you think he wants you to tease him more.)
you know what heâs really like when he slinks off after you one time when you get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of dinner with your friends, wondering if youâre okay and waiting outside the door for you to emerge. and when you do, the way his voice is suddenly so soft, so careful, like he wasnât just dominating the conversation at the table, makes you feel like youâre the only one in the whole restaurant.
(âiâm okay, jean,â you say back to him, clasping your hands together and trying not to melt on the spot when he leans in closer to you to speak quieter.
âare you sure?â
âyeah, maybe a little tired,â you add, and jean is immediately wrapping a hand around your arm.
âwe can go home,â heâs saying, seemingly unaware of your protests and gently tugging you by your arm, âiâll walk you home.â
you have to tug him back even harder and insist that youâre fine for him to let you stay.)
you know what heâs really like when he shows up at your doorstep in the middle of the night, dressed in mismatched pyjamas and long hair dishevelled, antsy and stressed over a test the next morning. and you donât want to ask him why he thought to come to you when you donât even take this class, because you realise you donât really care when heâs already coming into your dorm and wrapping his arms around you (and youâre secretly hoping that this isnât just his stress controlling him).
(âi-iâm sorry, iâll go home,â he says when he lets go of you, and youâre immediately grabbing him by the shirt and bringing him closer to you without even realising. jean looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.
âno. you can stay,â you quietly mumble into his shirt, and when you feel him relax under you youâre sure that staying up an extra hour or two will be worth it.)
you know what heâs really like when his hand slowly slides over yours under the blanket at a movie night that eren hosts at his dorm, and when your head lurches up to look at him he spares you a glance before squeezing your hand and staring ahead at the screen.
(and later, when youâre all getting ready to leave erenâs, you whisper lowly at the doorway, âwhat was that all about?â
jean smirks at you, the same kind he gives connie when theyâre both about to make some lewd joke, âmaybe i just wanted to hold your hand.â
and youâre about to roll your eyes until you feel his calloused fingers lace themselves with yours again and when you look up at him this time, his brows are knitted together and his eyes are shifting between yours, âis that okay?â he says quietly to you.
you canât remember how to speak, so you just nod your head and bid him goodbye.)
and you know what heâs really like now, as he sits turned towards you on your bed in your cramped dorm room, a book haphazardly turned face down in his lap. heâs been looking at you for a while now and you think heâs beautiful. you think that these are eyelashes, and this is a nose, and these are structured cheekbones, and these are delicate pink lips that you want to treasure forever. and itâs been so long. itâs almost the end of the year, and youâve both been cooped up in your room trying to study together for almost the whole day that now youâre both reduced to sitting and watching each other in silence.
and itâs still silent when jean leans forward and gently cups the back of your neck, eyes meeting yours again nervously like any move he makes could be the wrong one. and itâs still silent when you hold his face, hand grazing over stubble and fingers lacing themselves into soft brown hair. and itâs still silent when jeanâs eyes sheepishly dart down to your lips and back up at you, like heâs stuck in between hoping you wonât notice and praying you do.
you can hear his breath. you can feel it too, and you watch as jean slightly leans forward every so often, like every movement he makes needs careful calculation beforehand.
âjean,â you whisper, your thumb lightly running over his cheeks. you watch his adamâs apple bob up and down.
âyeah?â his voice is low and tired. you donât know what time it is, the curtains are drawn.
the words pour out of you, âdo you want to kiss me?â
jeanâs body slightly sinks with relief, and heâs nodding his head fervently before his eyes are already closing and heâs tilting your head upwards to meet his lips. you smile against him, against his shy lips slowly and delicately melding with yours and how it feels like every move he makes seems like heâs always waiting for you to slightly nod against him.
when jean pulls away, his eyes are ablaze. you watch him watch you for a while before he leans towards you again and plants a chaste and fleeting kiss on your cheek. like heâs still testing the waters. like you havenât just kissed. but the smile on his face is so bright that when he cheekily asks, âagain?â youâre already leaning in halfway.
This is a follow up of my previous post about the custom Nanami Nendo Project!
Here's a quick summary of the information!
There's a few slots left and this project will be closing very soon!!
I also provided examples of custom works that the seller we're working with has made
You can read the older post about this here, where you can also see cute photos of my Toge Inumaki nendo as examples of what you can achieve if you have your own lil Nanamin đ„șđ
i am thinking about being on your honeymoon with nanami tonight. he takes you somewhere tropical and secluded, a little spot on the beach complete with a balcony that displays the unending horizon of sea and sky.
it rains one late afternoon, the melodic drumming against the overhang of the balcony that youâre curled up on is soothing. youâre pressed into one of the couches out there, legs tucked underneath you, book propped in your lap. the ocean and the sky in the distance blur together, darkened blue and slate grey.
the gentle storm eases some of the humidity. it turns the lush fauna emerald and rich. it makes you a little sleepy, half-lidded as you turn another page.
the sliding door from the bedroom opens quietly. nanami steps out, dressed casually, his blue t-shirt stretched tight around his biceps, and his chest. his cheeks are a little pink from being in the sun at the beach all morning and afternoon with you. his nimble fingers work to attach his watch around his wrist, careful but steady.
once heâs finished getting his watch on, his eyes flick to you. something softens fractionally in his expressionâitâd be hard to catch if you didnât know him so well. but you know him endlessly, the way the sea knows the shore.
his eyes fan over your form, draped in one or his button-up shirts, something youâd put on after youâd showered together once youâd gotten home from the beach.
the plan had been to get cleaned up and go to dinner, but things had been derailed, to say the least, the moment youâd peeled off your bikini bottoms to get into the shower.
you feel warmth ease into your cheeks at the memoryâ
(âkento!â you'd gasped, back pressed tight to the tiles of the shower, your leg hitched over his waist. his fingers dug into the meat of your thighs to hold you up, to hold you open.
it'd been a little painful, the stretch him so suddenly and so soon. but it'd been a sweet burn, having him full and heavy inside of you. both an ache and a balm, your body long molded to his, soothed with his.
he'd held still for you, lips dropping apologetic kisses to the curve of your cheek for rushing, until you had tilted your head up, lips parted, and let his mouth glide over yours in another heated kiss. it was slick and wet with the water from the shower head, steam rising high. it had served to distract you.
his hand had come up, too, palming at your breast, fingers clever over the peak. he'd waited until you were keening softly, arching up into his touch to finally start moving.
he'd started a slow but deep and hard pace, something that made you whine high, echoing on the tile walls. something that has pleasure swooping low in your stomach, the way birds do in a blue sky.
"there, that's it," he'd hummed, feeling you clawing at his shoulders desperately, at the way you fluttered around him, "feel better?"
when all you did was moan softly, he'd slowed to a stop. youâd looked up at him almost with teary eyes, trying to wiggle your hips, to squirm down onto his cock more. he'd squeezed your thigh tight, though, keeping you in place.
"i asked you a question," he'd murmured, a gentle but stern reminder.
you'd groaned a little in frustration, but let your head fall back against the wall, "yeahâyes, ken, it feels good, feels so good now, pleaseâ"
afterwards, he'd cleaned you up, massaged shampoo and conditioner into your hair, delicate with you in the way that a parent might be with a child, mindful of your eyes, of tangles and your scalp. large hands had spread over your body, slippery with soap, but gentle and soothing, rubbing at sore muscles. another quiet apology for being a little impatient with you.
you had put on his shirt after your shower, been too hungry to wait for dinner after all the swimming and sun, and overate the ripe fruit in the fridge.
"taste so sweet," nanami had said against your lips when heâd taken a soft kiss, easing past where youâd propped yourself onto the kitchen counter, âpineapple?â
after you'd hummed in agreement, he'd glanced at the empty container beside you and asked, "did you spoil your dinner?"
you'd given him an innocent look, "maybe."
he'd pinched your thigh, making you yelp, "brat.â his voice was fond, though, as he asked, âshould we go out to dinner later, then?")
so you'd been killing time until dinner. but now nanami leans over you on the couch and you eagerly tilt your head back to accept the soft kiss he drops to your lips in greeting. his hands are on either side of you, steadying himself over you for a moment, surrounding you. he peeks down at the book in your lap.
âhas it gotten anymore interesting?â he asks, then steals another kiss.
you hum lightly in thought, lashes fluttering shut, âa little. still not hooked yet, though.â now itâs your turn to steal another kiss, eager, and growing deeper.
you pull lightly at his shirt and he eases down closer to you, sighing into the kiss. when you toss your uninteresting book aside to twine your arms around his neck, you feel the upward tilt of his lips into a smile against yours.
you try to savor it, taste the quiet joy in its corners and flash of teeth.
he lowers onto his knees in front of you, to be at your level. you shift to untuck your legs, giving him room between them.
it makes the shirt of his youâd put on ride up, revealing the skin of your thighs, revealingâ
his large hands suddenly hitch around the back of your knees and tug you to the edge of the couch. he nudges the inside of your thigh with the strong bridge of his nose and you gasp his name, almost in admonishment when you realize his intentions.
âyou do this on purpose,â he accuses, pressing a fleeting few kisses up your inner thigh.
youâre not wearing anything underneath.
âi donât,â you protest, though it tapers off as his lips drag higher up your thigh, âi thought we were finally going to dinner soon?â
he shoulders your legs apart more, making himself comfortable as he hooks his arms around your thighs.
âyouâre not even dressed,â he replies and suddenly seals his lips to your inner thigh to leave a sucking kiss, one thatâll blossom into a love bite.
you tangle fingers into his light hair, pull lightly in retribution, âmaybe this is how i was going to go to dinner.â
his eyes flicker back up to find your face, dark eyes touched with dry amusement, âno, you arenât.â and then he sighs lightly against your skin and you canât help but squirm, âyou do this to torment your poor husband.â
husband. you arch up a little, could bite back a whine at the word alone. it spills over you the way the rain does just beyond the balcony, pleasant and gushing, sweetening the earth. it fills you with warmth, makes you feel suddenly tender and needy.
still, you put up a good fight, gasping lightly as he uses his thumb to gently pull your folds apart, âi donât!â
nanami quirks a brow, though otherwise doesn't respond except to press the softest, most teasing kiss to your center. your fingers tighten in his hair, hips suddenly twitching towards the heat of his mouth.
"you do," he insists, voice honeyed and low, eyes falling half lidded as he drops another molten kiss onto your clit, "you'll be the death of me."
"i could say the same of you," you reply, breathier than you intended, almost on a whine, "i'm still sore, you know, from earlier."
"hm, poor thing." nanami murmurs against your thigh, dark eyes shining, heavy-lidded, "i'll be gentle, then."
and then he lets his tongue slide out, soft and seeking, pushing at your sensitive center. your cry is sweet, getting lost with the sound of the pattering rain. the distant roar of the ocean.
you're lucky this place is secluded, with large palms shading either side, hiding you away from the world. nanami hitches you closer to his mouth, dipping his tongue into you, letting you tilt your hips, tentatively grind into the feeling.
pleasure unfurls quick, like a spark blooming into a fire inside of you. it makes you flush, makes you melt, sink right into the heat of his mouth. he hums, encouraging you to rock your hips against him, to be a little greedy. his humming gives way into a low groan when you pull at his hair a little more.
heâd been all ready for dinnerâhair soft and fresh from the shower, shirt unwrinkledâand now his cheeks are flushed, hair mussed, looking debauched. he catches your eyes for a moment, all dark heat and love, not just lust but something more, something closer to devotion.
âkentoââ you moan, back arching, twisting as you suddenly break like a wave under his insistent pleasure, his never ending love, crashing hard into the shore. nanami holds tight to you, letâs you ride it out against his face, watching the way you try and twist and squirm away when it gets to be too much.
heâs exceedingly patient and calm while youâre nearly trembling in his hold. leisurely, he kisses at you, slowly dragging you back down, even as you whimper and try and jerk your hips away from his mouth.
you tug at his hair, urge him to come up and meet you in a kissâmessy and warm, the sound of rain still drowning out the world, making it only for the two of you.
thereâs a bit of shifting, nanami dragging you off your place on the couch, into his lap for a moment where his hands hitch over your sides, where you can feel how hard he is in his slacks, aching but staying patient for you.
âwant more,â you get out between deep kisses, under the showering rain, âwant youââ
âgreedy,â he murmurs, but still suddenly lifts you off him, turns you to face the couch, bends you over it with a broad hand at the center of your back. you bend to his will easily, like a sculpture under the hands of an artist. your back arches into a pretty tilt, hips out for him. you even pull his shirt up from you a little, tempting him with more skin.
he crowds you against the edge of the couch, his chest pressed against your back, âbut what my pretty wife wants, she gets.â he says, voice soft and smooth as you hear the clinking of his belt coming undone.
âyou spoil me,â you muse, turning over your shoulder to watch him pull his cock free. you ease your hips back eagerly, let him guide the head to where youâre aching and slippery, velvet soft and sensitive.
heâs trying to be slow with you, gentle like he promised, as he rubs himself against you. but you squirm, forcing the tip to pop in, wrenching a moan out of both of you.
âthought you were sore,â he gets out, tense, fingers flexing in the meat of your hips. you sink lower, whining a little.
âi am,â you respond, voice breathy, full of too much desire, âdonât care, though, just want you, kenââ
he groans as he watches himself disappear inside you, slide right in, just about sucking him in. he pushes forward a little, deeper, feels almost bruising, but he completely surrounds you, covers you when he murmurs, âyouâve got meââm right here, iâll take care of youââ
his lips find the crook of your neck, worrying the mark heâd already left there. deepening it. his hips begin to rock into you and you canât help the moan that escapes out of you. canât help the bubble in your chest that fills with love and pleasure, a sudden joy and adoration.
âyou feel so goodâyou make me feel so good.â you whine, arching back into him, rolling your hips. you feel precious, feel pretty, and cherished when heâs got you like this.
he groans a little into your neck, and angles his hips, searching, waiting until he hears your little yipâa bit of pain, a little too deep, before it melts into the prettiest moan.
âright there?â he grunts, keeping the pace, finding that spot again, feeling heat expand in you again like a rising sun, or a ripe fruit, ready to burst.
âright there,â you gasp in agreement, tipping your head back onto his shoulder, letting him catch and hold you. muted, golden light suddenly spills over the balcony as the sun parts from some clouds, a sun shower shimmering to life, casting your little world in its brilliance.
another particularly deep thrust has your hand coming up to brace yourself on the couch, fanning out, your wedding ring catching in that brilliant light.
nanami groans again, deeper, his large hand suddenly coming up to cover yours.
your wedding rings clink together.
your cry is sharp, pretty, as you fall apart again, squeezing down on him, gushing and wet, feeling as vivid and loved as the emerald fauna, the peach flowers that are showered in the love of sun and rain.
he doesnât last much longer, burying himself to the hilt, coming deep inside you, filling you with so much warmth. a balm that you eagerly sink onto.
you let yourself lean back into his chest, let him hold you, tipping your face back to let him kiss at your cheeks, the corners of your lips.
âi love you,â he murmurs, brushing hair from your face carefully.
âi love you, too,â you reply, feeling a little sleepy and sated, eyes half lidded and dreamy as you peer back up at him.
the rain falls on, the light catching it, reflecting off the two of you. his hand is still in yours. its peaceful, a little slice of heaven, a world all of your own.
your stomach growls.
you both laugh, the sound of it carrying, belonging together the way the notes of a symphony belong together.
âdinner finally?â he asks, nudging at your jaw with his nose, placing affectionate kisses there.
âyes, please,â you reply, a sheepish smile touching your lips, heat prickling at your cheeks. you lean into the kisses happily, thoughâ
so, so happily.
âof courseâanything my wife wants, she gets.â
I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.
This, right here? This is asking for consent. Itâs a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that youâre emotionally capable of handling it.
You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.
âChildren are going to lie about their ageâ is probably true, but thatâs the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.
If youâre not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, donât fucking click through this. And if you do, for all thatâs holy, donât blame anyone else for it.
